If my thoughts could run track, I'd be an olympian.
Running circles at an astounding speed, why doesn't overthinking count as exercise?
If my brain could pace, I'd be walking on magma.
The earth wore down to the core as I worry the same thought.
Over and over and over again.
Around and around and around, can't get dizzy when the circling is internal.
Put my dreams on the big screen for this year's best horror.
Looking for a romance that ends in heartbreak?
A death that haunts you from a rotting corpse?
Or maybe strangers acting ridiculous as you watch in shame?
Look no further than the movie theater in my head.
With all of this inside, it is no wonder I am exhausted.
It is no surprise that I cannot care - that I care too much.
Do not be shocked when my brain is foggy, or my fingers tap.
My cup overfloweth internally and leaks into the physical.
Be patient, be kind, be forgiving.
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